I hate questions. Especially ones that I ask myself, but can't seem to find an answer. Though I always seem to find some compromise.

The killer in me is the killer in you

My love

I send this smile over to you

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth.

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.

Still a little hard to say whats going on.

There's still a little bit of your ghost, your whitness.

Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed.

You step a little closer each day

That I can't say whats going on.

I want to be a lion.

And I'll pull your crooked teeth

You'll be perfect just like me

You'll be a lover in my bed

And a gun to my head

We must never be apart

Tonight was ssoooo wonderful. I will remember it forever and ever and ever.

lol The Pact.

12 hours until my eyes will get to lay on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!

Why get comfortable when we have to keep moving?

Why remember the past and forget the future?

And why must we think the only thing to look forward to in life is death?

Why do we think were always right?

Why do we let ourselves get so lost?

Why must we know everything?

I don't have answers for the questions.

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